Mystery

When Everything Beeps. Content Warning.
When he walked through the door, there was a beep. It didn't bother him; maybe it was a security thing. He came in and put the television on, but before it came on, it beeped. Each time he changed a channel, it beeped. This was beginning to grate a little.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred - EBA11 months ago in Fiction
IVY
CHAPTER 1 : An Unwelcome Presence It didn’t make sense. Why did this person feel so familiar? Why did he carry this sense of unwanted disturbance? His smile looked harmless, but I knew better. Smiles could be deceiving. I needed to make him go away—or it would be another calamity. I couldn’t afford that again.
By Asha verne11 months ago in Fiction
A Message That Appeared on My Phone From the Future
It was a normal Thursday night—or at least, I thought it was. I was scrolling through my phone, half-watching a poorly made horror movie on YouTube, when something strange happened. My screen flickered for a split second, and a notification appeared. Only, it wasn’t from any app I recognized. “From: Unknown” Message: Don’t ignore this. Read carefully. I blinked. My heart skipped. Usually, unknown messages are spam. Or pranks. Or viruses. But this… felt different. Almost… urgent. Curiosity got the better of me. I tapped it. “You are about to make a mistake that will change everything. Stop. Do not go to sleep tonight. Follow the instructions in this message. Your future depends on it.” My first reaction? Laugh. Seriously. My “future depends on a text”? Maybe I was too tired, or maybe the YouTube movie was messing with my mind. But then… the phone buzzed again. “I know you’re laughing. But check the lock on your bedroom door. Now.” I froze. My bedroom door? I hadn’t locked it in months. With trembling fingers, I walked to the door and tried the knob. Locked. Firmly. I spun around. Nobody was there. My parents were asleep downstairs. My younger sister’s room was dark. My dog was snoring on the couch. I checked the phone. The message was gone. For a few minutes, I debated whether I was hallucinating. Sleep deprivation? Anxiety? A prank? But then… the phone buzzed again. “Open the drawer under your bed. You’ll find a black envelope. Inside: instructions.” I glanced under the bed. Heart hammering, I reached down. There it was—a black envelope, perfectly sealed. No note had been there before. No one in my family knew about it. With trembling hands, I opened it. Inside was a folded sheet of paper and a small USB drive. The paper had a single instruction written in neat, sharp handwriting: “Plug the USB into your computer. Follow the file named ‘NOW.’” I obeyed. My hands shook as I plugged the USB into my laptop. There was one file. No folder names. One file: NOW.exe I hesitated. My brain screamed not to. But my curiosity won. I double-clicked. The screen went black for a second, then flickered. A face appeared. Male. Older. But familiar. My own face. “Hello,” the face said, in my own voice. “I’m you. From… 7 years in the future. You have to listen carefully. Everything you know about your life is about to change. And it starts tonight.” I dropped the mouse. My heart raced so fast I thought I might pass out. “Who… what?” I stammered. “Listen,” the future me said. “Seven years from now, you make a decision that ruins everything. I don’t want to say too much—you’ll panic—but tonight, you have a chance to prevent it. There’s a key under your bookshelf. Take it. Go outside. You’ll know where to go. Trust me.” I laughed nervously. My future self? My phone? This had to be some prank… but the black envelope, the USB—everything pointed otherwise. I found the key. Old, rusty, with the initials “J.M.” etched on it. Who even owned a key like that? My hands shook as I opened the front door. The night was quiet. Too quiet. The air smelled faintly metallic. Then I saw it. A small hatch, hidden behind the garden bush I’d never noticed. The key fit perfectly. I turned it. A low creak echoed into the night. Inside was a tiny room. Strange machines hummed softly. Screens glowed with graphs and images of my neighborhood. Maps of streets, houses, even my room. On a chair was a note: “Do what you must. Every second counts.” I stepped inside. The room’s temperature dropped, but I kept going. On one table was a phone—my phone, but older. Messages were open. One from me, dated 7 years from now: “I’m sorry. I tried to warn you, but it’s too late.” A cold shiver ran down my spine. If this message had reached me tonight, I could prevent something catastrophic. But what? Then, the future me appeared again—no longer on screen, but standing there. Older, worn, exhausted. He looked at me with pleading eyes. “Whatever you do, don’t ignore the message. Trust yourself. Make the choice you’re scared to make. That’s all I can tell you.” Before I could ask anything else, he vanished. The machines powered down. The room disappeared. I was standing in my garden again. The phone buzzed one final time: “You did it. Or at least… you will.” I sat down on the grass, trying to calm my racing heart. My phone never buzzed again. The USB was gone. The envelope was gone. The hatch? Closed, invisible. And yet… I knew I hadn’t imagined any of it. Tonight, a message came from the future. And I realized: sometimes, the universe finds a way to give you a second chance—if you’re brave enough to take it.
By Muhammad Reyaz11 months ago in Fiction
IVY
Chapter 1: Where the End Begins I woke up with a gasp, my heart hammering against my ribs. The room was dark. Moonlight spilled through the curtains, casting long shadows that twisted across the walls like fingers reaching for me.
By Asha verne11 months ago in Fiction
IVY
Prologue Ivy has spent years rebuilding a life that once burned to ashes—her past hidden, her peace fragile. Just when she begins to believe she’s finally safe, a stranger with ocean‑blue eyes appears at her door, stirring a fear she thought she’d buried forever.
By Asha verne11 months ago in Fiction
Day 5: Bluemoon Lit Caper
I knew this would happen. Normally, the poison named My Inclusion takes longer to show warning signs. If I can remain on par the course through their retelling of my symptoms from a night of "sleep," the next level of obstacles won’t hit so hard so fast. The roar is brewing beneath the volcano’s lid; the medication will have faded by now, whatever has been waiting to flood my vision is on its way. Testing each other...sure, okay. Maybe I should've force-filled stolen medical records they weirdly had with a prophecy with killer stats, but as doctors suggested, pretending it’s not there is worse as a stressor than communing in the meantime. Guess there's no need to relish. Fighting to ignore childhood bias, home training might be easier with these lunatics at the helm. Don’t get me wrong. No semi-competent crew could hold down one bitchen fort like this. These aren’t dizzy dames and loose cannons playing religion. They’re tough customers. (Explanation for the period in the addition.) Yet, what they expect to happen—what Cornman Ron is spooked about seeing for whatever reason, is loony with a capital LUNE.
By Willem Indigo11 months ago in Fiction
The House Gibson Stayed In. Content Warning.
Nathan was exhausted and the last goal felt impossible. He dashed down the field as two opponents surrounded. The firm ground grew muddy, the air filled with moisture, and sweat pooled on his back. The dark clouds clamped down on the sunlight — reminding him of a church pamphlet.
By zak karriem11 months ago in Fiction
The Classroom That Rearranges Itself:. AI-Generated.
It commenced on an everyday Monday morning. students entered Room 12, watching for the usual neat rows of desks and chairs. as an alternative, the furniture changed into scattered throughout the ground, forming a bizarre spiral sample. The trainer frowned, assuming the janitor had performed a prank. however while puzzled, the team of workers insisted no one had touched the room.
By The Writer...A_Awan11 months ago in Fiction
The Shadow in the Corridor:. AI-Generated.
It changed into almost 9:00 p.m. while Ayesha stayed in the back of at faculty to complete her undertaking. The corridors were unusually quiet, the form of silence that pressed towards her ears. As she walked in the direction of the exit, the fluorescent light above flickered, humming faintly. She paused, her footsteps echoing too loudly within the vacancy.
By The Writer...A_Awan11 months ago in Fiction
The Last Notification:. AI-Generated.
It become eleven:47 p.m. while Ayesha’s cellphone buzzed on her desk. She had silenced all apps hours in the past, decided to finish her essay earlier than middle of the night. yet, the screen lit up with a notification from an app she didn’t don't forget putting in. Its icon was a faint grey circle, nearly invisible against the dark heritage.
By The Writer...A_Awan11 months ago in Fiction
The Vaulted Silence
For seventeen years, I stayed away from the room at the top of our family home in Nashville. Then a death, a key, and a fragile recording finally made me enter the memory my family tried hardest to forget.
By Ajan Lori A. 11 months ago in Fiction
The Room That Waited
In a quaint little town, in the misty, rolling hills of Ireland, stood a vast castle-like home. It looked like a mashup of medieval and Victorian-era architecture. The greystone was covered in creeping vines, and the archways and windows were adorned with Victorian-era carvings.
By Carolyn Patton11 months ago in Fiction